"Friends"

For friends are like the river,
They bend to and fro.

Their ever running waters,
clear and endless go.

Bringing newness to a land,
once dried by the days.

Springing life unto the dead,
with each passing wave.

A friend I count you worthy,
to walk beside my path.

Till night becomes the morning,
When in glory we shall stand.

@ D. Bradley

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